But he knew at the same time that Lopez was not responsible for the evil, and dismayed as he had been, still he recalled enough of the nature of the struggle in which he had been engaged, to be aware that Lopez had befriended him gallantly.

He could not even yet speak; but he saw the blood trickling down his friend's temple and forehead, and lifting up his hand, touched the spot with his fingers.

Lopez also put his hand up, and drew it away covered with blood.

"Oh," said he, "that does not signify in the least.

I got a knock, I know, and I am afraid I have lost my hat, but I'm not hurt." "Oh, dear!" The word was uttered with a low sigh.